É Fim De Mês

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
It's the end of the month (yeah), it's the end of the month (yeah)

I've already paid my phone bill
I've already paid for talking, I've already paid for listening
I've already paid the lights, the gas, the rent
A one-bedroom studio that I bought on credit
Through the federal bank, woof, woof, woof
I'm not a dog (no, no, no)
(I paid it off, I paid it off)
I paid off the installments for my suit, my shoes, my shirt
That I bought to go out with my love
Up at Christ, up at Christ the Redeemer
She liked it (oh) and dove in (oh)
And the end of the month comes again
(And the end of the month comes again)

I've already paid the peg-pag, my sin
Plus the rosary I bought to pray (Hail Mary)
I'm also a child of God
If I don't pray, I won't go to heaven (heaven, heaven, heaven)
Eh, I've been a panther, I've been a hippie, a beatnik
Had the peace symbol hanging around my neck
'Cause folks told me it was the way to salvation (go ahead)
I've been Catholic, Buddhist, Protestant
I have books on the shelf, they all have the explanation
But I didn't find it, but I looked
So you can see that I looked
I tried to smoke Hollywood cigarettes
That the TV says are the cigarettes of success
I am success (I am success)
At the Esso station, I fill up my little car
I get my coffee in return, which is courtesy of the main office
There's a Tiger in the chassis

At the end of the month, I'm already a regular
At the end of the month, I'm already a regular
I've already paid for my sin at the chapel
Under the light of seven candles that I bought for my Lord of Bonfim, look out for me

I'm finishing the payments on my hole
My spot in the cemetery so I don't have to worry
About not having a place to die
Thank goodness next month
I can die, I've got my tombstone, my tombstone

I consulted, and I believed, in the old talk of that psychiatrist
Who teaches you how to live happily
Settled and resigned to pay everything quietly
Being a banker or an employee without ever getting upset

He just wants, he only thinks about adapting
In his profession, his duty is to adapt
He just wants, he only thinks about adapting
In his profession, his duty is to adapt

I've already paid for the fridge
For the stinky butcher that sells me rotten meat
That I have to eat
That I have to swallow without throwing up
When I sometimes suspect
If it's cat, donkey, or mule
That chunk of chuck I bought for my boss
So she won't, won't, won't bother me

It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month, it's the end of the month
It's the end of the month, it's the end of the month